He rested his forearms on the desk blotter.

“Your sister is shifting the blame onto you,” Mark said.

“But she didn’t come up with this plan by herself.”

“My father told her what she should say,” I said.

“Your father is just the money,” Mark said.

“He’s paying for the public defender, but he isn’t the one calling the shots.”

Mark opened his top desk drawer.

He took out a second manila folder and set it squarely in front of him.